As a simple sack, Ezra Pound, poet grandee in the turbulence, would carry on. His friends and doormats knew whereupon he stood. And he wasn’t always complete, wrong or otherwise. Some freshets smell like tuckered, specifically instruments with which tucks are made. The merest tuck, in the fabric, becomes a given. If taken, the cheerless will survive with logopoeia as operating system, glossary. flourish, sublime and gross nature. Pound heroically bound up and out, requiring adjustment and more reading, even some of the words. Words stayed crooked, fusty, bleary while also rated rational. No more maundering stars unless settled upon. This simple wanting sack in time for outermost scuttle but absolutely like pure. Personal oblivion counts for zero but zero itself scores as new excitement. So glad that words were there to be there, for the sack of everything held dear.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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